Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Sherman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Index,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.